Pieces

Leonel's expression turned cold. He thought of many possibilities, most of which centered around a parasitic organism of some sort. Regardless, he would probably have to narrow down exactly what was going on here later. But first…

SHIING!

Leonel's spear shifted to one hand as he fell backward and activated <Whet Star Droplets>. In the next moment, his arm's speed flourished, leaving nothing but a blur in the air as it crisscrossed through the dispersing fog. 

Five lines were drawn in quick succession, forming the image of a star that shot forward. 

The wall of tendrils was minced to pieces, sliced apart until nothing but half dead wiggling worms of black danced about the forest floor.